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Leo bursts out laughing. “Dylan, dude, I am not the poster boy for relationships.”
“Yeah, but you’ve had them right?”
“Sure,” he says, nodding. “But in my line of work, they are seriously hard. The hours are killer on any relationship, so…”
“So you don’t wanna get married?”
“No,” he says, glancing over at me. “It’s not that. It’s just, I’ve never found someone I could make it work with long enough to even consider that.”
“I get that,” I say, nodding. “And I guess, that’s what I’m thinking here, you know. We should at least date for a bit and see if this whole thing works out before we start thinking about marriage and shit.”
“Right,” Leo agrees. “So tell her exactly that.”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head a little. “Fuck, we sound like a couple of chicks, don’t we?”
Leo points a knife at me as he grins. “Speak for yourself, mate.”
“Mate?” I scoff. “Who are you, Jack?”
Leo laughs, putting the steak I was eyeing earlier onto a plate with a side salad and handing it to me. “Whatever, go eat you idiot.”
I’m sitting outside, halfway through my steak when a kid, who I recognize as Ellen’s son, walks up and takes a seat across from me, crossing his arms on the wooden table and hitting me with a curious stare. He’s about ten years old, but he’s definitely trying to act older. And cooler.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
He raises a brow as he clears his throat and says, “I think it might be you who needs the help.”
“Excuse me,” I cough out, nearly choking on the piece of steak I was attempting to chew.
The kid lets out a sigh, glancing around before turning back to me. “I understand you might need some help.”
“Ah okay, and what makes you think that?” I ask, half confused as to exactly what the hell this kid is carrying on about and half scared he somehow knows about the shit storm that happened at dinner last night.
He smirks now. “Jack sent me,” he says, as though that explains everything. I can’t help but roll my eyes wondering if there is anything my boss won’t do to be a pain in my ass. “He mentioned you might need some advice.”
“Oh, did he now?” I ask, spinning the knife in my hands as I eye this kid with suspicion. “And did he say why?”
The kid shrugs. “Not exactly,” he admits. “But my guess is it’s relationship problems, am I right?”
I let out a hard laugh, wondering how in the hell I ended up working in a place where not only do the staff openly discuss personal issues, but apparently their kids do too.
“What’s your name, kid?” I ask.
“Oscar,” he says, matter of factly.
“Uh huh. And what makes you think you’re qualified to be giving relationship advice?”
Oscar hits me with a big grin. “Well, I mean I did help get Uncle Jack and Aunt Lulu together,” he says confidently. “And I’m pretty sure I played a role in Uncle Tommy and Aunt Penny too, so you know.” He waves a hand in my direction as though it’s obvious.
“I see,” I reply. “So what advice do you have for me then?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
His grin widens. “Well, I mean Uncle Jack used to stick his tongue in Aunt Lulu’s mouth all the time,” he says, making me spit my mouthful of coke across the table.
“What the fu—” I stop, realizing I’m talking to a kid and probably shouldn’t swear in front of him.
But he just lifts a shoulder, feigning nonchalance as he adds, “Yeah, I saw him with his hand up her shirt once too, so you know, you could try those things?”
“Oh my fucking god,” I mutter to myself. “Um yeah, alright, thanks, kid. Seems like great advice.”
